A Good Mud Puddle

Today felt like Spring! Sixty and sunny, the ducks got some supervised play time outside their house.

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I guess you could call them puddle ducks as they were having a ball in the melting driveway.

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Splashing and preening, they were, feathers flying.

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What I can’t figure out is why when they have this happy little mortar box with clean water, all but Dilly prefer the mud puddles.

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Dilly, our physically challenged duck, seemed perfectly content to have the mortar box all to herself.

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The day was so lovely that I pulled a chair from the porch through the two-to-three feet of snow still in the yard to this bare spot under the fir tree by the pond.

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The view left a little something to be desired. Snow and…

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…more snow. Yet, despite the fact that I had to wear my Muck Boots, I reveled in the warmth of the early April sun.

Of course, it’s supposed to snow tomorrow. Welcome to Maine.

On another note: I’m being very stingy with outdoor time for the ducks. Earlier in the week, during unsupervised play, we lost a duck to what we believe is a bobcat – in the middle of the day. I know it wasn’t Dilly (closest to my heart) or Squeak, our drake (I’ve heard his deep quack). Beyond that, I haven’t looked closely, not really wanting to know who is no longer with us. It’s tough when you raise them from babies and lose one.

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